Air Canada, I have to say, has some snazzy planes. I have a live map of where I am in the flight, how long it will be til I get there, and to feed my OCD and need for more information than is actually necessary for any normal traveller, exactly how fast I’m travelling and at what altitude. All on an LCD panel that’s built into the seat in front of me. 1h 46 mins, touchdown at 10:02 am local Toronto time. This is definitely information overkill.
And my seat isn’t special, either. Every single seat in this plane has one of these. Only some people are playing movies, cartoons, or browsing through a selection of XM Radio channels. From here I can see The Smurfs, some cartoon I don’t recognize (maybe Iron Giant? I haven’t seen it yet), and something starring The Rock. I could put Planet of the Apes (the original) on if I so chose, but the map of our flight path is infinitely more interesting to me. What took an hour and a half to drive, I’ve already covered in the first five minutes of being in the air. I’ve traveled double that by now.
What’s more, my netbook is drawing power from a 110v power outlet, and I have the option to plug my phone in via a USB charger. That’s distinct from the power outlet, by the way — I could (and probably should) plug my phone in too.
All of this is forgetting the fact that I’m hurtling through the air in a big metal projectile.
I am more keenly aware of my first-world privilege right now than I have been in quite some time. While some struggle to eat, someone’s pushing a cart full of snacks down the aisle and I can (and will) refuse.
I’m over St. John, New Brunswick, now. Unreal. Uncanny.
Read for the rest of the flight, posting now that I’ve touched down in Toronto. It won’t be long til I’m back in MN.